#33. CHOOSE YOUR TUNE
I found a skateboarder I didn’t mind today.
Black hoodie. Black hair pulled back into a man-bun. He sat alone on a bench near the Petanque Court, skateboard parked at his feet. Quietly played an 18-inch-long recorder, so quietly that only he could hear it. 
Very Zen.
Across the park his opposite. A gray-haired Frank Sinatra wannabe with a mic croons The Way You Look Tonight over an amplified backtrack of a big band arrangement.
Very Vegas.
Take your pick. There's all kinds of music in Washington Square.
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